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"We heard yer a queer, Elliot," one of them said with that condescending sneer in his voice, already peeling his lip back to show off his glinted fangs. They stood before me, Oscar and Oliver McDermott, twin Friesian drafts who had more brawn than brains. The McDermott siblings were well known from our home town. Their younger brother, Alistair, was already making a name for himself when we graduated and went off to college. Most people here knew them now too and most merely accepted their brutish ways since they were so good on the field. They'd earned the college's football reputation through gruelling hours of training, resulting in an overflowing trophy cabinet, but also sculpted their buff physique. I'll admit, I did get a little gooey at the knees just thinking about either one of them in bed with me. Not that it would have ever happened; I usually just kept out of their way, like most, but for some reason they'd endeavoured to corner me in the locker room.

Why was it always the locker rooms where guys cornered people? Was it some kind of unconscious latent homosexual need to socially dominate guys in an intimate environment?

I sighed, biting my lower lip in my state of nervousness. I didn't answer them, probably because no matter what I'd say would never convince them otherwise. Yes, I was gay - I'd come out to some friends about a few months before now, so surely word must've got around - but I hadn't have expected them to make a fuss. They seemed to care so little about these things. I was just some nobody of a timber wolf. I was scrawny, rake thin, and I never kicked up any kind of shit with people. I stuck my head in my books and never looked up. It had worked for the first year of college. In almost every sense of the word, I was below the average. I had a light grey and navy coat, with patches of amber across my muzzle and neckline from my dad's side of the family. I didn't wear any sort of feminine clothing, nor did I wear the branded labels that everybody seemed to need to wear. I even had those rectangular glasses that I hid my face behind. I was just... bland.

"Yeah, I bet ya like to suck big men's dicks, don't ya!" This was Oscar, the bigger brother of the two. He had a dark auburn coat, with a shaggy mane that looked unkempt and tussled. It hung down like dirty strands of straw over the left side of his face, where a slight pinkie-hue scar ran across his nose; most likely from some past injury. He had that certain beggar quality to him, where he looked like a mature, dangerous sort of guy you'd see hanging out in the back alley. His bangs were enough to that testament, and his clothes were ragged and torn in places.

"Ya like a nice thick cock up yer tail, ya fag?" Oliver now and he looked at least a little more presentable than his twin. His fur was lighter, moving to more caramel tones, and he had a lighter mane and tail too, though it still looked unwashed and scraggy. It was as if both of them had come straight from the streets, and it only added to the whole tension of the situation. Should I run? If I legged it now, I might be able to find somebody to act as a safeguard witness. I don't want to get beat up, not again...

Oscar advanced on me, and I winced. The twins laughed in unison, and it made my stomach churn all the more.

"What's wrong little faggot?" He growled, that sneering grin mocking me, "You scared of a big mean horse?"

"I bet you he wants to suck yer dick, bro!" Oliver egged on, elbowing Oscar in the ribcage, "He wants to suck it real good!"

"You think so, Oliver?" Oscar asked with genuine curiosity in his voice. I couldn't believe this... were they acting this all and making it up, or were they just that dumb to not realise they were essentially about to have gay sex.

Wait... What was I saying?! I wasn't going to have sex with them! I'm not some cheap whore to drop to my knees whenever a cock's presented to me. I had standards.

I heard a zip of a fly and then the ruffle of clothing as Oscar casually dropped his pants. Oh... that bulge... It looked so huge, and the smell... What was wrong with me? Why was this such a turn on...

Oh fuck standards, they're as thick in the upstairs department as they are downstairs; they probably won't even remember this.

I slinked down into a kneeling position without even an invitation to, and I pressed my nose into his jock, rubbing it against the warm, dripping wet spot. He smelt good, like prime male. I sucked in through my teeth, feeling that musk take over my senses. Fuck, it felt so great. He was warm against my face, and I could feel his pulse on my cheek. I freaking nuzzled and licked the life out of his package; I couldn't help myself! I just kept on wanting more... Maybe I am just a slut, deep down, beneath all the normality.

"Look at that, Oliver!" Oscar seemed to chortle happily, as though he'd won a prize, "Our little faggot loves my cock!" His brother chuckled along with him, and though I couldn't see them, I knew they were both grinning like maniacs. I felt a body move up behind me from where I was kneeling, and another crotch was pressed into the back of my head. I turned around slightly to find Oliver's now exposed groin pressing hard against my face. Licking along his bulge, my paws groped at their calves as they smashed my muzzle between their crotches, the pair of them enjoying the show of a submitting wolf being overpowered by their loins. I had to improvise, sticking my tongue out and slobbering it across their jocks, licking especially along the wet spots that were growing by the second.

"I want first dibs on his muzzle," Oscar grunting, pulling his hips back just far enough to tug away at the waist band of his jock. Out flopped the mightiest looking cock I've ever seen,

"Hey, no fair. I wanna be sucked off too!" His twin spluttered rudely, the two seemingly wrapped up in their own world as they may as well have been raping me beneath them. It didn't matter though; I was rapt and enthralled by their tools...

Being young and not that great in social situations, I've rarely had the chance to get into a guy's pants. I've only been with two people beforehand; a fellow student he'd been in a committed relationship for seven months before they'd called it off and a one night stand with a tiger who had been quite the cuddly sort. The longest, thickest piece of meat I'd seen was that tiger's, who had been a more than satisfactory eight inches, and thicker than three fingers, if I recalled correctly. But these two... It was as though they'd just dropped tree trunks on my shoulders. I could very much feel their weight now bearing down on either side of my head, my mind swimming in the fuzz from their musky pubes. Maybe a tree trunk was an exaggeration, but they were thick... very thick. I'd say each cock had the same girth as their biceps did, and probably the same length. They were flaccid now, and quite limp, which was worrying, but they extended out about two thirds of a foot each. I feared what a few quick pulses of blood would do to that size once they started getting into it.

"Open up Ellie," Oscar hissed through gritted teeth, flapping his lips as he took hold of my jaw with a giant hand. He was insistent, bumping that flat crown of his against my lips until I eventually relented; I parted my mouth and let him slide his way into me. Instantly the taste of bitter build-up hit me. The tang of sweat was ripe on my tongue, and it were as though he hadn't washed for days. I practically moaned at the thought, jaw stretched around his dick as I imagined him jacking himself off at home, then leaving the sticky pre and old spunk to soak and marinate his dick. He slid deeper into me, and for a scary moment I thought he'd never stop. His medial ring pushed past my lips, and then slid down along my tongue, passing into my throat. Thank god I didn't have a gag reflex or else I'd have hurled up all over his abdomen by now. My paws clutched tightly at his sturdy ankles, bracing myself as he came to a stop finally. I could feel him, thick and bulging down my neck. It was, well, it was pretty hot.

"Fuck, look at that Oscar!" Oliver cooed, stroking my overworked neck, rubbing where his twin's cock was buried, "He's a fucking natural." Oscar gave gentle thrusts as he leant his head back, moaning. Oliver's hands continued to molest and roam over my vulnerable head as I was face-fucked. I could feel his hands moving lower and lower, just as Oscar grasped either side of my head to give him better purchase. It was so wrong, yet so fucking hot... I gave off the most submissive groan as he managed to cram my nose against his bush again, those apple-sized balls slapping on my chin. God, I wanted him to cum so bad right now. I wanted to feel his hot, creamy load spilling down my throat.

I shuddered when Oliver found the hem of my shirt, tugging it up my body. I didn't want to let Oscar's cock go though, and I don't think Oscar wanted me to either. The Friesian just stood there trying to figure out a way of getting my shirt off of me, when he just gave up thinking. The brute ripped it clean off... Just, one quick tug followed by a gratifying tearing sound, and suddenly I was chilly. Then the hands returned, having tossed away whatever scraps remained of my shirt, and Oliver resumed his exploration of my less than toned body.

"He's a beaut, bro..." Oliver murmured appreciatively. It was like I didn't even have a voice - well, that was somewhat true. I couldn't speak with Oscar claiming my maw - and they were just gloating over what a catch I was. Perhaps they were even gay themselves, or maybe they forgot I had a dick of my own. Who cares? I was far too busy taking my time with this meat. It was so salty along its underside, and it rubbed against my throat in just the right way with its crown that had me writhing with wanton need.

"Fuck... you want his mouth?" Oscar began to slide out of me as Oliver stood back up, shuffling around to nudge his brother out of the way. I barely got a chance to breathe before he'd place his own fat head on my tongue and proceeded to slip in with ease. My jaw was aching, and the stench of male crotch was immense. I couldn't believe this; I was being used by two males in the locker rooms... What if someone came in? I wasn't exactly resisting... I'd get in trouble to but... Oh fuck, his cock tasted even better. It had that tension in it, much thicker now than his brother's where it was solid against the walls of my throat, bulging out much more obscenely. I took as much as I could before opening wider simply wasn't an option. He wasn't as long, granted, but he certainly had the girth that might've split someone in two if he wasn't careful with it.

Oscar decided it was his turn now to remove another article of my clothing. I felt his beefy hands tug insistently at my waistband, and he grabbed both my cargo shorts and boxers and yanked them off. He gave me practically three seconds to knee-scuffle out of them before he threw them away, hands instantly cupping the cheeks of my ass. He kneaded them for a moment, stroking a surprisingly delicate finger along my crack before he pushed a digit in, finding my hole. Without even a warning, he began to push the thick finger inside, raw and with no invitation. I grunted, clenching my eyes shut as I tried to force him out but he was too strong, and I gasped around the tool in my mouth with a hiss of pain. I could have sworn I'd moved down an inch further on Oliver's cock too. He must've taken advantage of the pain and pushed a little bit more into my throat.

I could feel his finger digging deeper, wiggling around until he managed to ram it further in. I kept wincing, hoping he'd slow down just a little, or maybe spit on my hole at the very least. God, I was so dirty... Wanting him to just treat me like that, like some kind of whore... My cock now poked itself free from its sheath and it throbbed hard in the air. I felt Oscar's paw grip it and stroke along it roughly, squeezing the knot and making me muffle and whine around Oliver. God, it felt so good... Feeling his coarse fingertips brush along my super sensitive skin... Above me the other brother seemed to be enjoying my mouth, and had taken the same stance Oscar did; he gripped my head and just kept on ploughing those last few inches home, making me grunt with the aching pain.

Oscar slipped his finger free, and I heard him hack up some spit, wadding it onto his hand. Oh fuck... He pushed two digits back again to my still tight hole, gyrating them about until, with a satisfying grunt, he popped them in again. I could feel their size as he slid them deeper, eventually prising them apart and stretching out my hole. My eyes watered from the strain of being so brutally intruded, my jaw aching as it worked around Oliver's cock, and my ass was beginning to quiver with anxiety and tension as the other brother made his efforts more known to me. Deeper he slid his fingers, pushing in until they ground against my swollen prostate. It had been weeks since I'd relieved myself, and even longer since I'd had another man to be with... Back home, I could never have been even remotely open with my sexuality, so college had been a chance to explore my body... I hadn't expected though that the two people who'd come with me to take note of it...

"Look at him, Oscar..." Oliver growled, now furiously humping my muzzle, sliding his meat at a brisk pace down my throat. They were oblivious to my grunts and moans, to my attempts to voice my protest, "He's practically begging for it. I think we need to help him out."

"Yeah, I think we do," His brother spoke, his fingers now working me over into a state of desperation. I didn't know what to do. I wanted this, but they were brutal, almost borderline ignorant as they went about their own way. They had gone from about to screw me over to literally screwing me... "I get first dibs on that ass!"

"Quit going first!" Oliver whined, hilting himself into me as he punched his brother's shoulder, "I was gonna get first fuck!"

"Well..." Oscar wiggled his fingers around, now stuffing three digits past my rim and deep into the knuckle. I could feel a fourth beginning to push its way against my hole, and I groaned, gagging on the cock and squirming. A flare of pain was sparking its way up my spine, but my cries went unheard, "We could always share?"

Share? What did they mean share? They couldn't be serious... They were huge! Just taking one of them would be a challenge in itself.

"We always share things nicely, don't we Oscar?"

"We sure do..." I felt Oscar extract his fingers, my loose hole giving a lewd sucking slurp as the rim clung to the horse's fingers with a trail of sticky spit. I was still gagged with Oliver's cock, my eyes watering from the strain as I stroked my cheeks with his paws, his thighs cushioning either side of my neck and keeping me firmly in place, now put onto all fours. A large presence moved behind, out of my line of sight, and I was totally unprepared for those heavy mitts to slap and grab my ass, pulling apart the cheeks. I heard another cough, then a dirty spit as Oscar summoned up some more bodily fluids to make me even slicker. Then he place his the blunt head against my pucker. I whimpered, continuing to suckle on Oliver's cock as a means of distraction whilst the twin sought to bury himself inside of me. He pushed in, pulling my hips back towards his lap, impaling me onto him. I was caught now, trapped in the twins' spit roast and unable to even make an escape. Before it was just my mouth, something I could deal with, even accompanied by the wandering fingers, but this? It was full possession, claiming both entries without so much as my consent. I couldn't help myself... my wolf cock was already swollen and throbbing between my legs, but I daren't touch it. I didn't want to break the twins' seeming illusion of me being some kind of girl they were sharing.

The sensations now were tenfold, and I couldn't concentrate my focus onto one part of me. There was a dulling fire radiating through my guts as Oscar worked my hole over, gently pushing and pulling as he fucked me with just a few inches, and the ache in my jaw was becoming unbearable. But still, the mild sucking and lapping as Oliver kept himself stuffed in my muzzle was a welcome help. The feelings all met somewhere in my belly, where that agonising warmth of Oscar, the strain of my mouth, and the caressing feeling of Oliver's meat in my throat all amounted to this strange tingling that set my hairs on end and my dick spewing pre all over the floor. It was tough going at first, grunting and moaning loudly into Oliver's crotch as Oscar had me adjust to his size. Slowly but persistently he'd work in just a little more each time until I would yelp or grunt in pain; then he'd just wait for me to calm down, gyrating his hips gently until I was deemed good enough to go further. In a way, they were both pretty gentle. I knew Oliver only remained where he was so he didn't go flaccid and that I had a living cock gag, and he waited for his brother to be done with whatever it was they were up to. It felt like forever, like hours had passed by until I felt those warm fuzzy nuts of Oscar's rest against mine, and the roughness of his pubic fur ground against the base of my tail, which was held up by a spit-slick paw. I had fully taken him... I couldn't believe myself. I'd taken a draft stallion up the ass. Now would come the rutting of a lifetime until they both came in me...

"Right, your turn now," Oscar announced, sitting onto his butt and laying down. He gripped my arms, pulling back with him so that my back pressed against his broad thick-furred chest. I was forced to go with him, not simply because of the vice-like grip of his beefy paws on my forearms, but also due to the thick rod that was shoved firmly up my ass. His knees bent up, placed against my inner thigh and forced to spread apart. Oliver moved about, lowering himself to his knees as my rump was now on perfect show for him. My erection still raged on despite me fearing being torn open by the two studs. Oliver was less graceful as his brother. He took a hold of his meat and began to insistently push at my already stretched hole. I could feel his head trying to find purchase along the underside of his brother's cock. I wanted to scream out loud, the sheer terror and unbelievably startling feelings coming from my ass sending shockwaves through my. Oliver took my maw with his, kissing me deeply as, finally, my rim lost its resistance and caved in, sucking his bulbous head in too. I practically howled into his mouth, shivering with the absolute feeling of fullness. I was getting near to my limit, probably going even further than I might normally have dared, and I could do nothing but bear it all as Oliver easily slid in his member all the way to the hilt. My balls were crushed by the muscles of his abdomen, and his balls along with Oscar's now rolled and slapped my taint. He finally let my mouth go, moving his head past mine and locking lips with his brother as they set up their pace. At first it was sloppy, terribly so as neither could quite catch the other's rhythm, so I staggered through panting, waiting for their speeds and thrusts to match...

Soon they fell into a see-saw ploughing, where as one twin pulled out the other pushed in to the hilt with a powerful stab of his hips. Then they'd slide their dick out to let the other have a good drive at my prostate. It was like a constant electrocution to my cock, making my balls pretty much near the brink within seconds. I could barely withstand a few seconds of the double fucking, let alone the few minutes the brothers lasted for. I came hard across my stomach and chest, my tongue lolling out to the side of my face as I rode out the orgasm. I could see the hungry looks on their faces, I could hear their gruff grunts in my ears, and I knew there wasn't much longer to go.

"I'm... I'm gonna..." Oliver tried to say, but his words failed him, the feeling too much of his dick sliding along his brother's. The tightness was overwhelming, and he shot load into me. It gushed and sputtered through the grooves of their cocks, adding more fluids to an already sloppy fuck. He panted and collapsed on top of me, his nose nuzzling against the side of my head and on his brother's cheek.

"Get ready..." Oscar warned, speeding up his thrusts as Oliver began to lose the firmness of his meat, "For another... fucking... load!" Another explosion splattered into my hole, dribbling down my ass and my cleft and onto the floor. Two waves of horse seed now leaked from me, filling my gut with its torrential amount. I just lay there, trapped between their two bodies as they relaxed in the afterglow of sex. My ass was numb, only aware of the warmth that spread from the spooge that now filled it, and my body was wrought and tired. I might have to trick the twins again sometime... although it'd have to be a while.

For now, I just had to find another way out of here before they came to their senses and got a second wind...